"Huh? What're you doing in the food box?" "And you went and 'poo-pooed' in it, too. Man, that's a huge turd. Oy." "And where's your hat, anyway? ...Ah, it drifted away..."
I don't really know the reason why, but you can't move with your hat drifted away like that, can you? Anyway, let's get you back on your hat... *hoist*... *sploosh*
"Can't you clean your poo-poo up properly? Sheesh..."
Mister spared no time to speak with her and walked away. Marisa had no strength in her body. She couldn't maintain her round shape, nor could she move her hat around well.
Marisa: "Fweelin' shick... Can'ch chake ich eajy..."